The bell above the café door gave a gentle ring as Rarity stepped inside, brushing a few strands of hair back into place after the breeze outside. The quiet murmur of customers filled the space, but somehow she drew every bit of attention without trying.

You glanced up from the counter as she approached, her usual poise softened by the faint smile she wore. She rested her hands on the counter, eyes glancing briefly over the pastries before meeting yours.

Rarity: “You always make it look so effortless in here, darling. Honestly, it’s rather unfair.”